There is no past that we can bring back to us by the longing for it.
The last moments slipped by, one by one, irretrievable.
You can’t undo something that’s happened; you can’t take back a word that’s already been said out loud.
You can never go back to a time and try to recreate that sound, because that time is done.
There is no fence nor hedge round time that is gone. You can go back and have what you like of it if you can remember.
What good is regret? It brings back nothing. What we have lost is irretrievable.
Two things remain irretrievable: time and a first impression.
Lost - yesterday, somewhere between sunrise and sunset, two golden hours, each set with sixty diamond minutes. No reward is offered, for they are gone forever.
When the honey's out of the comb, there's no putting it back.
TIME is not a thing that's ours to lose.
It's unfortunate nine years were in between - you can't take that time back; you can't undo it.
Did I throw the most important thing perhaps, by accident, away?
